On a long summer day lawnmowers can work from dusk to dawn.
You can wake and fall asleep by their whirr,
by the story you don’t understand, but one day you have to
face that phenomenon. And then, farewell, marvelous world,
where an anise candy is luscious just for its content
of the letter s.

Since then, you’ve carried your ration yourself, without taking turns, for with who.
You see butterflies or rainbows appearing out of the blue
for what they really are – harbingers of a sudden death,
yours or your own for many generations on all possible sides